Humility 謙そん

Simon Says:
I've been to a lot of places, done a lot of things. I plan on going to more place and doing a lot more if I keep on living. I couldn't get through a single day if I hadn't learned the concept of humility and how to handle and accept humiliation. I know we often take our status in the community for granted until one day you end up, for whatever reason, in the custody of the police. There are a variety of personalities within the law enforcement organization. I can't say they're all assholes, but the greater majority of them are. You've got to consider what it is that attracts a person into that field of service. The most professional police I've encountered were the Federal Park Police in Washington, DC. The least professional were the Dakota County Deputy Sheriffs at the courthouse in Hastings, MN. I had to go to court for a civil matter a couple of months ago and I got a little roughed up by the Deputy Sheriff. Long story, but it was totaly uncalled for. I wasn't there on a criminal issue it was totally a civil matter but this cop treated me like I was a total lowlife, locked me in a holding cell as I awaited my turn to see the judge. I guess I didn't go easy, but I didn't see any reason for them to think I needed to be locked up in a cell, I figured I should be able to sit and wait my turn like anyone else, so we got into a little scuffle. I thought the guy was going to have a heart attach, good thing I didn't swing at him, I just offered resistance as I was put in the cell. I have to admit I was pissed and I don't get that way easily.

Thanks Michelle, for the vote of confidence, I was actually feeling a little unsteady when I got your comment and it did lift my spirits!

I started seeing a new therapist two weeks ago and so far I kinda like this guy, sounds like he's been in the business for awhile and that's what I need. Also, it turns out we moved here from the same town out in Virginia and know a lot of places out East in common. So he knows my work and some of the things I did out there. We both lived in a place called Clarendon, VA which is an upscale city inside the beltway in Washington, DC. Maybe two miles from the Pentagon and the Arlington National Cemetary. I lived there for about four years and had a small business in Vienna, VA. His name is Mark and it's hard to tell how old he is, for me anyway. I'm not trying to be vain or anything but I just happen to look ten years younger than I am and I guess that's because I have Japanese ancestry.

I hate to do this but I should start being a litle careful what I write, my readership has expanded a little and I believe it's had an affect on me a couple of times in recent weeks. Hmmm, I should, but then again I should be doing a lot of things.

For anyone out there that's been following my rants, I'm going to be changing the URL of this site because there are certain people that are more than a little upset with me right now. Only problem is I don't know how to change the URL and still be able to keep it available to those that I want to continue to be able to read my stuff? You see I made the mistake of putting a link to this blog on one of my other blogs that isn't anomimous, so anyone comming in through there knew exactly who I am and I've been getting some grief since then. This may be my last post as micdaa@blogger.com. Here's what I'm going to do: My instant messenger service is yahoo and I'm daveares@Yahoo.com, Just IM me if you want the new URL. The feed will be inoperable also until I get sround to reburning it. Sorry, but shit does happen and a lot more often than you think.